Pragmatist, Gandhi, And Veal - Poem by Matthews Welschire
You, my pest. You who hold entire history of my past -
landscape of my soul's pace, the ping-ponged echo
of parking garage voices
somewhere a sneeze cures cancer
instead of creating a hurricane...
And late in that same day (before it closes)
Eating veal with the smiling,
ravenous and bespectacled ghost of Gandhi
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